Monica Multer

The woman sits Her third eye gone blind Once one with sight Is cursed and damned She foretold a world Without boundaries Filled with hate and despair Where man turned against His brother and sister A fate wound tight With deception and fear So they gouged out her eyes And sealed her fate Out of fear disguised As anger and hate But she could hear Through their petty lies They were scared Of this world foretold And decided instead To kill the messenger Two birds with one stone She could see everything But nothing at all She didn’t even see Her own decided fate Sealed by a hand that quaked She could hear the dead talking And the living moan But the simple prophet Just wished to be left alone To abandon her burden And simply go home She wanted nothing But received the world Balanced delicately Atop her head One step One mistake Could mean a great fall Under the weight She faltered And spilled out her words Meant only for gods Not the poor common soul So she was punished Forever to be the damned prophet Of a forgotten age But an unforgettable name The seer with no sight Just a girl A child Given the gift of night Filled with shadows and deceit That waited ever patiently For just the right time She is now a woman With a regret And a third eye gone blind

Strange cats seem to have some sort of attraction to me, here is another weird one on the dock in Morro Bay before my family and I went out kayaking.

I really enjoy this photo, especially the gold caps. Fun stuff.

This weekend is my big brother’s 19th birthday so I am going up for the whole weekend to Cal Poly to hang with him. Therefore I will not be able to post anything new I don’t think. Well enjoy the weekend people, poke around the old stuff, you might find a little surprise somewhere in it.

A blossom bloomed Opening slowly Shyly Showing it’s new found beauty Opening to the sun Reaching up high To the bright blue sky Not knowing That the sun Doesn’t always shine When the rain comes The blossom wilts Hiding its beautiful face Turning from the pain The heavy drops Weigh it down Pulling away It’s beauty Petal by petal Until nothing is left The blossom Lays broken Shredded on the ground In its place A bud pokes through A new chance A new face A new beauty As a blossom blooms

Something about this photo really strikes me as funny.

This thing is so cool and so creepy. Kind of like a violin baby. found it in Open Studios again. I really do like it though, maybe I will you musical instruments in an art project.

Come take my hand and lets fly away fly away from here lets find a world without the constant of noise and death we will stand together on the brink of insanity with out hands held tight and we will never let go bear with me the pain of the coming years when I grow distant pull me back down when I become darkened be my only light when everything is just too much be my simple love lets watch the world burn from atop our aeroplane held up by strings so thin it could cut be careful you say the world isn’t our toy to play oh how right you are we are the toys of a globe spun too fast where reality and insanity come frighteningly close lets fly fly away put your hands over my ears protect me from the onslaught of the world’s words be the barrier between the world and me save me whisk me away so we can forever fly away

I love this piece, it is called Snow White. I found it in the Tannery during Open Studios. I think I would like to do a piece like this for IB Art. Looks really fun just gluing big empty paint cans to a canvas. My kind of art.

I am not sure why or how, but I feel like this explains my life right now. Kind of sad.